"Who's there?"
The sound of a sigh startled Yang Xiao awake.
He looked up.
He saw a figure in a green gauze dress gazing into the distance—the same direction he had been, where the Star Emperor had departed.
"You must be Yue'Er's child, aren't you? To think, in the blink of an eye, three hundred years have passed. Yue'Er already has a child your age. Sigh... Back then, that old fool woke Yue'Er up ahead of schedule. I told him your mother would face a calamity, but he refused to believe it. Otherwise... well, never mind. What's done is done. Child, come with me. The time has come to fulfill a long-standing promise."
The figure in the green gauze dress was a woman who did not seem young.
She didn't seem young not because of her appearance, but because of the ancient, weathered aura she exuded.
Even though her face was as beautiful as a flower.
Yang Xiao couldn't perceive her beauty. Instead, he was overwhelmed by that ancient presence.
This aura...
It seemed...
